Chapter 55:
When I woke up it was already noon.
I looked around and saw that Herbert was gone. The bathrobe he had worn last night was still on the chair by the bed.
I looked at the white bathrobe and lay on the pillow with a smile on my face. I remembered our second sex last night. My face was a bit ho1 and we were very compatible. The whole thing was very pleasant.
Although it wasn’t the first time we made love, I didn’t really remember the last time, I really couldn’t refuse him last night, and my body was in a state of thirst too. I longed for him.
Suddenly I saw an envelope on the bedside table, so I reached out and took it. I was afraid that this must be the letter of recommendation that Joey had written for me.
I opened the envelope and took out the letter. When I opened it, I couldn’t help but frown.
This is the review Joey wrote for me?
No wonder Herbert told me he was pleased with my review. I tossed the book of reviews aside and threw myself into my duvet, annoyed.
Bella’s POV:
The review was written like this:
My BOSS husband,
If my last review was about work, this one is based on feelings. Emma is my sworn enemy, and you already know the reason. However, I still tried to weigh the pros and cons. I understand that personal feelings shouldn’t interfere at work, but the way Emma acted was too annoying and unbearable. She even said something that involved you. I couldn’t control my emotions and ended up arguing with her.
I admit I was annoyed. I was jealous. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship you have with her. As an employee, I know I was wrong, but as your wife, I don’t think I was. This is the emotion I should have.
Your wife,
Bella.
This review letter made me feel incredibly shy.
When it was almost noon, I dressed up and arrived at the restaurant. Joey immediately pulled me aside and asked in a low voice, “Why are you so late? It’s almost lunchtime.”
“Lovers’ sleep,” I replied, touching my face.
“Were you very hot last night?” Joey teased, rubbing her shoulder against mine.
I rolled my eyes at her, took out the review letter from my pocket, and said, “The review letter you wrote is really embarrassing.”
Joey took the letter, laughing wickedly.
“Is Mr. Wharton satisfied with my work? It took me a long time to finish writing it.”
“You’ve made it so I don’t know how to face him. Our relationship isn’t exactly great,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks burn as I thought about the overly sentimental words.
“You two are at least legally married. Why can’t you face it?” Joey said.
I didn’t know how to explain it. After all, we don’t have strong feelings for each other—at least, he doesn’t seem to have much for me. When there’s no emotional connection, my enthusiasm just makes me think of Emma. Good heavens, am I becoming a woman like Emma? I knew Joey wouldn’t understand if I said this, so I changed the subject.
“I’m hungry,” I said, turning to get some food. Today was a buffet, and the spread was sumptuous. Probably because yesterday’s physical activity was so energy-consuming, and I hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning, I was absolutely starving. After loading my plate with food, I suddenly noticed a vessel labeled stewed bird’s nest. I reached out to open the lid.
